The Sword Dynasty

There was a snort.

A scorch mark appeared on Master Changluo's chest. A gray mist rose from his pupils. His entire body flew back and forth, but his feet always slid against the ground.

Zhao Ce maintained the posture of wielding his sword. The vortex in front of him was cut by this sword mark and then burned.

Countless slap-sized dust spewed out frantically from the space in front of him, just like a pile of dead leaves of sycamore was placed in the tuyere and blown away.

There is always a layer of black air where the bottom of the master's foot touches the ground. A terrible force keeps falling on the ground under his feet, causing numerous spider web-like cracks to appear on the ground.

Teacher Zhangluo was shocked.

He had some difficulty understanding that the sword drawn by the opponent was so powerful.

Zhao Ce was also a little shocked. He could hardly understand that the sword's intentions had clearly penetrated into the opponent's body, but the opponent suddenly dissolved the power deep inside the body in a strange way.

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The commander-in-chief flew back, but Zhao Ce did not move his sword.

This picture fell in the eyes of everyone inside and outside the city, and it was that the teacher's network seemed invincible.

However, Zhao Ce at this time, including some of the most powerful practitioners on this battlefield, noticed some details.

In the cracks of countless spider webs blooming on the ground, some dark gray vitality surged.

These dark grey energies are like dry bones pierced under the ground, exuding the smell of decay, but they draw a lot of fresh energies from this world.

Freshness is just newly generated, just relative.

This kind of vitality itself exudes a strong smell of coldness, which comes from the blood and body of many practitioners who have just died on the battlefield.

This is Yin Qi. The vitality required by practitioners who practice the way of ghosts comes from death. It comes from some of the strong energy before life, and a large amount of heaven and earth vitality accumulated in the body after the death of the soul.

This is why practitioners who practice the way of yin and ghosts often need to practice in some very old cemeteries.

However, there are very few practitioners who can directly attract a large amount of yin energy outside the body to fight the enemy.

Especially in such battlefields where corpses run wild, such means can only be described as horror.

Practitioners who can perceive these details, including Zhao Ce himself, know that the division of the master will be stronger.

In a sense, the sword that Zhao Ce just cast has already possessed the charm of the legendary Zhao Jianlu guru, and it has not even been much different from the power of his master that year.

This is certainly the strongest sword that Zhao Ce can exhibit.

Even such a sword can't defeat the division commander, is there still the possibility of winning?

In the eyes of all practitioners who can notice these details, Zhao Ce will definitely lose.

However, Zhao Ce doesn't think so.

He made a sword.

Fang Cai's sword marks were lightly stroked in the air, and this time his sword was raised, and he simply raised the sword and cut it to the front of the division.

The air in front of him suddenly became extremely hot.

Even people hundreds of feet away felt the heat wave coming from the face.

This heat is no stranger to those practitioners around him. In various records in the practitioners’ world, Zhao Jianlu’s practitioners have been accompanied by long-term flames. In their daily practice, their bodies are endless. The spirit of the fire, the energy of heaven and earth stored in their bodies, was extremely hot.

However, it is shocking that the enthusiasm at this time has surpassed any sword before Zhao Ce, and even made people feel an incredible taste.

It was at this moment that many exclamations sounded naturally.

The flaming long sword in Zhao Ce's hands burned.

This unprecedented heat first came from the burning of the long sword in his hands.

Previously, his sword had always been flowing with flames, even magma-like thick fiery vitality, but at this time, all these practitioners who could not help but scream out clearly saw that his sword was really , Started to burn from the inside out!

This sword exudes a strong natal breath, which is naturally the natal sword that Zhao Cewen raised for many years.

The true element and the earth and earth of Zhao Jianlu practitioners are so hot that they can melt gold and iron, so the sword tires they spent many years tempering are the best in the world. I don’t know how high the temperature can bear.Especially after many years of practice, the natal sword is a magic weapon that no craftsman in this world can build.

However, at this time, Zhao Ce used a violent way to make his sword burn directly.

It is really cracking, disintegrating and burning like dry wood.

This has nothing to do with sword intentions.

It's just an extremely pure cut, but the violent increase in temperature brings a violent increase in power.

There is no room for maneuver.

At this moment, his sacred sword turned into a raging flame, and then he lifted this raging flame towards the teacher's network.

However, this is just the beginning.

The true element and the spirit of heaven and earth in his body began to burn, and turned into a horror passion.

Puff puff…

There was deflagration everywhere in the air.

A trace of yin from the ground also burned up.

The whole space seems to be imprisoned by fire, but there are still heaven and earth vitality drawn around by crazy.

Before taking a breath, the division's face was extremely calm, and he was sure that he had already won the battle.

But at this moment, his face was pale and his eyes were all incredibly radiant.

This is the complete burning of the sword, the true element, and life of a practitioner in his lifetime, and he has the determination and courage to surpass the world.

And with the power of such a sword, he simply cannot compete.

He also knew the most fundamental reason why he could not match.

He believes that the victory or defeat of Kendo is based on the theory of life and death.

But the opponent's kendo is ignoring life and death.

No matter whether he wins the sword or not, the opponent will die, and he should die too.

What's the point of this victory?

"Death Sword!"

These three words appeared clearly in his mind.

This is Wang Jingmeng's evaluation of Zhao Jianlu's practitioners.

When these three words appeared clearly in his mind at this time, an unspeakable bitterness filled his mouth and his whole body.

Even after many years, he was still unable to win in the face of Wang Jingmeng.

Because Wang Jingmeng at that time already knew the real horror of Zhao Jianlu’s practitioners, and he clearly knew that Zhao Jianlu’s most powerful is this kind of desperate sword regardless of life and death, but he still has the courage to fight with the master. .

And now he himself, has no courage to face Zhao Ce's sword.

A bitter cry of meaninglessness burst out of his mouth.

All the true elements and the world's vitality in his body burst out, and countless black flowers bloomed in the space. The bursting power between these flowers did not go forward, just wrapped his body and tore the space behind.

In everyone's vision, the skin of the master's body was dry and scorched.All he can do is to escape madly and turn into a smoke.

This sword has exhausted all the strength of the division.

The burning natal sword in Zhao Ce's hand disappeared, and the true elements in his body were also forced out, turning into hundreds of fire streams in the air in front.

Most of his qi and blood were burned by himself, and even a breath at this time brought up several flames.